He disdains her birthday.

She waited for a lot of blessings, but she didn't wait for his "Happy Birthday". He didn't come home.

Or maybe he couldn't remember her birthday at all.

Just as Butler Tang said, she is Qiao Zhai's servant. How could the master remember every servant's birthday...

This dream was fleeting. Ye Jiaqi dreamed that she fell asleep on the sofa in the living room.

This dream was gone.

…

I don't know when it started to rain. By the time Ye Jiaqi noticed it was raining, the sky was already dark.

She tried to open her hazy eyes, but she only rubbed them and closed them again.

My heart feels a little tired.

It was raining heavily outside, and it was pattering for a while, and you could hear the sound.

After arriving in Qingshan Village, she was still not used to the rain. When it rained, it would be very inconvenient to walk. Even as close as the orphanage, she would make herself quite embarrassed.

Zhuo Yuanhang put a lot of bricks on her way to the orphanage. This way, it would be better, at least it wouldn't be too muddy, and she wouldn't make herself in a bad situation.

It rained non-stop and the wind was strong.

Little Yuzi woke up and cried "Wow wow".

Ye Jiaqi quickly chased away the remaining sleepiness, jumped out of bed, and picked up Little Yuzi from the crib.

Little Pomelo is probably afraid of wind and rain.

The little guy's little hands kept tugging at Ye Jiaqi's clothes, and he buried his little head in her arms: "Mom, mom... I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's okay. Mom is here, don't be afraid." Ye Jiaqi patted her back gently.

Ye Jiaqi stuffed a stuffed doll into her hand and kept coaxing: "Be good, little Yuzi is not afraid, be good..."

Ye Jiaqi opened the curtains, and the sky was already bright. It was probably five or six o'clock.

"Can mommy cook porridge for you?"

Little Yuzi nodded obediently: "Porridge."

"Yes, little Yuzi's favorite porridge."

Ye Jiaqi took a look at the yard. The soil was already muddy. After the wind and rain, a lot of leaves had fallen and the ground was full of mess. The crabapple flowers in her yard had almost fallen after a night of wind and rain. They were full of mud.

The ground is falling red, which is a pity.

She hasn't had time to take a good look at the crabapple tree she planted herself.

She turned on the light and the room suddenly became bright. She put the little grapefruit on the bed and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast alone.

The fire is cooking the pot, the flames are dancing and the fire is bright.

Sometimes she looked at the pot in a trance, and the porridge in the pot overflowed a lot.

While it was simmering over low heat, she went to wash up, change clothes, and helped little Youzi change into clean and fresh clothes.

Her daily life is like this. She used to stay away from anything, but now she can do a little bit of everything.

Little Yuzi smelled the aroma of the porridge, clapped her hands, and said with bright eyes, "I want to eat..."

Ye Jiaqi filled a small bowl of porridge, then gave Little Yuzi some food and dried meat, mashed it up, and stirred it gently.

She let Little Pomelo sit on her lap, dug a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and fed it to the little guy.

The little one likes the food that Mommy feeds her the most. By the way, she will rub herself in Ye Jiaqi's arms and act coquettishly.

"Is it tasty?"

"Okay, eat." The little guy said milkily.

"Do you like Mom?"

"like."

Ye Jiaqi was as elated as after hearing a love word. She was so happy that her daughter was also her little lover.
Chapter completed!